"Isn't that the truth," he says with a forlorn sigh because that no matter what becomes of him, he will forever miss London, no matter the adventures this place has given him. It's amazing and wondrous in so many ways, but the skyline leaves so much to be desired.

"The introductions will be easy. There's the assassins, many of whom you can meet by staying near the forge in the north, and then Hawke certainly. She is going to love you," he says, smiling fondly. "And most of the others you can meet around the Inn. There's food and fire there, as you have likely already found I'm sure, so it's where most but the stalwart living to the north congregate."

Certainly avoiding speaking about the rest as he gives her a sidelong look. "Oh that I am never going to live down, am I?" He's certain of that. "And it's really nothing. Just a bit of a nothing that I made to be too much in my head. The one and only time I'll admit to you that I was a fool and I've learned from it."

He's learned nothing, but that doesn't mean he's not been hurt by it.